Make you go soul for soul over mic control
Kid you canand't touch me with a ten foot pole
And i even made the devil sell me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me and play you for fools
Kid you know the rules must be smokinand' super cools
Try to diss me on the low got to be a psycho
Thatand's aight though you know you wonand't see me shakinand'
Iand'm out to blow the spot on whoand's real and whoand's fakinand'
Whoand's givenand', whoand's takenand', whoand's livinand', whoand's starvinand'
Diss me on the mic itand's time for headstone carvinand'
And then tap right ya, iand'll strike ya like lightinand'
Dissolve ya like powder, so turn it up louder
Go on pump the wattage, get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks, i like spanish freaks
I like korean barbecue, iand'm like old school beats
and'cause...
Chorus:
Iand'm sick of all the shit thatand's droppinand'
And iand'm tired of all the lip thatand's poppinand'
And all the wack attitudes people coppinand'
Iand'm only tryinand' to get a few heads boppinand' (x2)
It go bang-bang boogie, iand'm sick like a loogie
Iand'm wiser than bud, iand'm thicker than blood
Iand'm older than time, iand'm only from divine
How can you be so bold and think that youand'll take mine
Iand'm cash like johnny, itand's the highway man
And iand'm walkinand' this line the best way i can
With my farmerand's tan and my bloodshot eyes
I ainand't bodied no one, i ainand't chopped no bod
With the butterand's from the gutters, iand'm about to explode
And blow the spot for folk nave up the gun hill road
Like artillery shells, been from heaven to hell
And iand'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
and'cause...
Chorus
Iand'm sick of all the shit thatand's droppinand'
And iand'm tired of all the lip thatand's poppinand'
And all the wack attitudes people coppinand'
Iand'm only tryinand' to get a few heads boppinand' (x2)
